[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Fuzz[/center][hr][hr]	Scott nodded, seeing the officer's out of his apartment as he smiled, the smile only fading once they were gone and he had locked his door. The entire interaction had been frustrating and he was already planning to get his revenge against that man. His sweet thoughts of bodily harm were interrupted, however, upon seeing that the blonde was still there. [color=00a99d]"Can't you go bother someone else?"[/color] Scott asked her when he got back, feeling exasperated. Her question was fair - if not annoying. [color=00a99d]"And it's called some asswipe says I punched him when he was drunk."[/color]

	He didn't confirm or deny that he had indeed punched him - he didn't want to implicate himself, even if it was to the ghost of a blonde. [color=00a99d]"So what's your story? Bitten by a radioactive spider? Experimented on by a German scientist? Or were you laid out in Iraq after one of your own missiles blew up, nearly killing you?"[/color] he asked, grabbing himself a beer. He had a feeling he was going to need it.